Day one in New York! Woot! I felt so blessed to have been on this trip with two of my besties! Laurz and Sungie. Two of my absolute favorite people. So fun to travel with, down for whatevers, and both just know how to love life and be in the moment. I immediately took them to the first place I always go to when I go to NYC. Cafe Habana in Soho. I did that for two reasons. One, Cafe Habana is amazeballs! And two, because I wanted to trick them into shopping in Soho since it's like... right there. Cafe Habana is seriously some good eats. The corn is indescribable! Rocks my socks every time it hits my lips. I'm pretty sure Laurz and Sungie are now huge fans. The best part is the price is so reasonable for the level of tastiness. Ready for some #foodporn? Here we goooooooo...
We forced down two orders because it was just too good to not finish.
Let the midday drinks begin!
Laurz and her pulled pork.
Sungie and his Cuban sandwich.
DOS and her favorite fish tacos ever!
Don't you just want to shove your face in there?
Shopping in the Piperlime store in Soho. The store is totes adorbs. On the hunt for faux leather shorts.
Top - Nasty Gal | Jeans - Sass & Bide | Shoes - Steve Madden (similar) | Tank Top - t.babaton
Top - Nasty Gal | Jeans - Sass & Bide | Shoes - Steve Madden (similar) | Tank Top - t.babaton
LOVED these ones from Free People. But smallest size didn't fit my waist. WAH! =(
Shorts - Free People
My besties in Soho.
Laurz trying to get that focus right. Not quite there yet. Hehehe...
Striking a pose in that Y-3 steez.
Him taking a picture of me taking a picture of him. I am so obsessed with his outfit!
My darling Laurz in full haggle mode.
Later that night we were off to experience New York's Fashion's Night Out! It was quite an adventure. Very difficult to shop with so many people! I went super casual for the night in a Brandy Melville top and Elizabeth and James shorts. We started off around Midtown because I really wanted to check out the new Schutz store before heading down to Soho.
Oh hayyyyyyy. If this doesn't get you in the store, I dunno what will!
Just a few delicious pieces from Schutz! Pretty please make size 4.5 and 5!
After the craziness of FNO, we went to The Standard for some drinks. Yummy yummy! So fun catching up with everyone and hanging out with my Anita bonita. It was also nice to be away from all the craziness and have a place to sit away from the crowds and away from the muggy heat. We killed that sangria like champs.
After a rousing and might I add super successful boozing sesh at The Standard, we decided to continue the party rock at a place called The Park in Meat Packing. Here's where the epic fail started. Even though there are multiple bouncers standing outside, there is one main bouncer. Dressed more suave-ly than the others with his light grey three piece suit and thick leather gloves (yea it was kind of 90 degrees outside) so it was purely for the sake of being fashionable. I can appreciate that. What I did NOT appreciate was feeling like I was two inches tall as he proceeded to skip over us and let other (in his unspoken opinion) cooler people inside.
Was I dressed too casual in shorts and a cut off tee I wondered? But then he let in more casually dressed peeps and I was sure that wasn't it. We stood there patiently because one, we are not rude, and two we do not think we are royalty and expect to just be let in right away. Part of us wanted to leave, but the other part kept hearing the fun music playing inside. Exactly the stuff I wanted to shake my caboose to. So each time I would turn to leave, the music pulled me back in. With each swing of the door I could feel my inner ghetto girl want to shimmy shake. Especially when Missy Elliot's Get Your Freak On started playing. (click) I shit you not, once the beat dropped my heart started racing and my breathing got all heavy. Let me in! Let me in! But there was no convincing this guy.
Standing outside feeling rejected, I just wanted to be like:
But my buzz was wearing off and did not feel like embarrassing myself in the Meat Packing District. Had I used up all my cool points at The Standard? Quite possibly. In defeat, we trudged down the street, got in a cab, and went back to our friend's apartment, trying to shake off the stink of defeat. It was still a super fun day regardless. In hindsight, I'm glad we didn't get in or else I would have been pretty dead the next morning which was important because I was going to my very first NY Fashion show. Stay tuned...
xoxo,
DOS
xoxo,
DOS
